anymore My mind is my cigarette burning Empty whiskey bottles on the floor Trying to make it through the night Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa My finger's stuck on the trigger
your poison anymore My light is my cigarette burning Empty whiskey bottles on the floor Trying to make it through the night Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa My finger's stuck on the trigger
4 hours on a Benz with like 400 and Horsepower And a chain that had christ on it, a rollie with alot of Ice on it A pinky ring with a price on it, when
, drum (Sha) Four times plati-num "Hate it or Love It," I'm still number - one Still in the hood one hand on my gun And my trigger finger still make bitches
the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop
major Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME THE
saved me That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way
hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to
thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it ? this Bone flow! Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low! (low) In the game with
' like killin' you dying tonite, You don't wanna hear that glock pop, When the glock pop pop don't stop, We all about murda mo, Finger on the trigger
that it's on, bitch, bang You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own, And kill flesh and
just last night It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am The neighbors all heard and got scared Thought it was a gunfight But hell, it
sleepin on the pavement? Save it! The beatdown, who gave it? Sen did, no one will explain it [Chorus] [B-Real] I've had it up to HERE, with all the bullshit Finger's on
mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners,
dem can't love me) Yo, straight puttin it down gettin my scoot on It's jump in off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on and come up on me some furniture
'm strapped 4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47 Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back and lay a punk
a switch A part of my heart is gone, I can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen
for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [Chorus] "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." -- Fat
